Abracadabra 07
Title: Abracadabra.
Prompt: 07 - Rain/Thunder.
Year: 2010.
Type: Originalll.
Pairing: Maybe slight Rem/Yarue? My boys haven't decided how they feel about each other yet. xD
Characters: Rem & Yarue.
Word Count: 1,071.
Rating: T-ish, they just call each other silly names.
Summary: Yarue's a wizard (of sorts). Rem happens to be one of his faerie companions and is also a wizard (of sorts).
"Hurry on with that bucket-- and mind the books!" Rem snapped, trying his best to balance both a cauldron and an armful of ingredients in his arms. Thunder rumbled across the sky overhead and shook the foundation of his tiny, homely hut as rain rattled the windowpanes violently like it were trying to get in. Sorcerer robes gathered haphazardly about his ankles and elbows, Yarue scowled fiercely at his fae companion but did as told, stepping over mounds of dusty, assorted volumes to the leak sprung in the middle of the ceiling. He placed the metal pail directly under the dripping trail of water and cleared various scrolls and papers away to keep them from getting splashed.
"To think, a great scholar of the Faewyr tribe, unable to repair a simple little hole in his roof--"
"You know as well as I my time has been spent on other, more important things, Yarue," Rem countered without once looking up from his book. A snort was all he got in reply along with a muttered curse revolving around a goat's rear end. "If anything, a well-renowned court magi should be able to take care of something this small with minimal difficulty. You're free to enchant it whenever you want, O Great One."
"It's hard to enchant a hut already bleeding with magic, Rem-- watch it, the fire--!!" A segment of thatched roof had suddenly caved in beneath the weight of the water pooling in the center of it and fell through completely, right in front of the roaring flames in the hearth. The threat of being stuck in a damp, cold, dark room to suffer through the storm had Yarue dancing about like a chicken with its head cut off while he stripped himself free of his wizard's robes and threw them in front of the fireplace. There was a rack set up they normally used to dry ingredients on, and it worked nicely as a sort of curtain rod to keep the fire flames nice and protected.
"My books, you daft fool, mind them I said!"
"I'll put the whole lot of them to burn if you keep that up, damned fae! Unlike you I'd prefer not to freeze to death over a collection of parchment and tomes!"
"Tch--!" The rain was now starting to come in heavily due in part to the hole in the middle of the room and, incensed, Rem hurriedly started piling his beloved books into the various empty cauldrons peppering the room. Yarue simply stood there watching, that is until Rem started swearing when water pooled in the middle of the room and began stretching for the piles of books on the floor. "Yarue! Get those, they're history books!"
"Not my history." The brunette didn't much enjoy being ordered around and let it show openly in his face as he made his way casually over to the threatened piles. His fae companion took on a pained expression, one that startled Yarue slightly, and pointed even more vehemently at the leather-bound volumes.
"Those were Kyri's--!"
Yarue bent swiftly to gather up as many books as he could and dashed for the cauldron.
The rest of the storm was spent rescuing the various scrolls and papers Rem had been working on and stuffing them quickly into books to keep the ink from smudging. The fire still burned strongly through all this, gifting the boys with more than enough warmth to keep them from freezing to death [a good thing, too, since by the time they crawled into bed together Yarue was left in his leggings, undershirt and the lengthy tunic that covered it]. They lay there for a long time in silence listening to the howling wind and the rain pounding the roof above their heads. It was Yarue who broke the silence first, reluctantly.
"You kept Kyri's old journals..?"
Rem took a few moments, his azure eyes glittering with memories. The fae nodded solemnly.
"Yes."
"When did you..?"
"That night, when we went to the village to try to save him." There was obvious pain in his voice and Yarue turned to face his friend to try to console him. The memory of Kyri's suffering still lingered like a fresh wound upon their hearts, nevermind the fact it had happened more than a century earlier. The fact that Rem still kept the journals carrying the last traces of Kyri on this earth was a heavy blow to them both. There was no reason for him to keep them since the case had been done and over with. They only existed now for sentimental purposes.
Yarue hesitantly lowered his hand beneath the sheets and took Rem's up to lace their fingers delicately. He was met with a quick zap that had him flinching and swearing softly even when the fae was squeezing their palms together affectionately.
"I'm no child, Yarue," Rem's voice was a murmur, tinged with bitter amusement. "Don't forget who is eldest of us."
"I have absolutely nothing of his..."
There was a pause, and then, "I'll give you his flora guide, if you like".
The rain pattered off into light trickles and then steady drips of liquid against the carpeted floor. In the darkness Yarue smiled and gave Rem's hand a squeeze.
"Yes, please."
"Naturally, you'll have to help me find it. Once we're done alphabetizing the tomes and putting them into proper categories, of course, I've been meaning to do that for some time. And they'll need a good dusting, and perhaps a repair or two since most of the covers are worn and in dire need of replacement--"
"I think what we should first do is repair the roof, you fool faerie." Yarue cut in with a clearing of his throat. He lifted his hand to point over in the direction of the fire and the metal bucket on the floor there. "Perhaps air out the carpet a bit before you start piling more books onto them."
"Yarue, those are trivial matters. There are other, far more important things to take care of before I worry about those silly little problems---"
"Good night, Rem."
Yarue was never under the impression that faeries could control the weather, but the notion that Rem had planned the whole thing and purposely forgone repairing his roof just to organize and catalog his beloved books did cross his mind several times, in fact, before he settled for sleep.
Prompt: 07 - Rain/Thunder.
Year: 2010.
Type: Originalll.
Pairing: Maybe slight Rem/Yarue? My boys haven't decided how they feel about each other yet. xD
Characters: Rem & Yarue.
Word Count: 1,071.
Rating: T-ish, they just call each other silly names.
Summary: Yarue's a wizard (of sorts). Rem happens to be one of his faerie companions and is also a wizard (of sorts).
"Hurry on with that bucket-- and mind the books!" Rem snapped, trying his best to balance both a cauldron and an armful of ingredients in his arms. Thunder rumbled across the sky overhead and shook the foundation of his tiny, homely hut as rain rattled the windowpanes violently like it were trying to get in. Sorcerer robes gathered haphazardly about his ankles and elbows, Yarue scowled fiercely at his fae companion but did as told, stepping over mounds of dusty, assorted volumes to the leak sprung in the middle of the ceiling. He placed the metal pail directly under the dripping trail of water and cleared various scrolls and papers away to keep them from getting splashed.
"To think, a great scholar of the Faewyr tribe, unable to repair a simple little hole in his roof--"
"You know as well as I my time has been spent on other, more important things, Yarue," Rem countered without once looking up from his book. A snort was all he got in reply along with a muttered curse revolving around a goat's rear end. "If anything, a well-renowned court magi should be able to take care of something this small with minimal difficulty. You're free to enchant it whenever you want, O Great One."
"It's hard to enchant a hut already bleeding with magic, Rem-- watch it, the fire--!!" A segment of thatched roof had suddenly caved in beneath the weight of the water pooling in the center of it and fell through completely, right in front of the roaring flames in the hearth. The threat of being stuck in a damp, cold, dark room to suffer through the storm had Yarue dancing about like a chicken with its head cut off while he stripped himself free of his wizard's robes and threw them in front of the fireplace. There was a rack set up they normally used to dry ingredients on, and it worked nicely as a sort of curtain rod to keep the fire flames nice and protected.
"My books, you daft fool, mind them I said!"
"I'll put the whole lot of them to burn if you keep that up, damned fae! Unlike you I'd prefer not to freeze to death over a collection of parchment and tomes!"
"Tch--!" The rain was now starting to come in heavily due in part to the hole in the middle of the room and, incensed, Rem hurriedly started piling his beloved books into the various empty cauldrons peppering the room. Yarue simply stood there watching, that is until Rem started swearing when water pooled in the middle of the room and began stretching for the piles of books on the floor. "Yarue! Get those, they're history books!"
"Not my history." The brunette didn't much enjoy being ordered around and let it show openly in his face as he made his way casually over to the threatened piles. His fae companion took on a pained expression, one that startled Yarue slightly, and pointed even more vehemently at the leather-bound volumes.
"Those were Kyri's--!"
Yarue bent swiftly to gather up as many books as he could and dashed for the cauldron.
The rest of the storm was spent rescuing the various scrolls and papers Rem had been working on and stuffing them quickly into books to keep the ink from smudging. The fire still burned strongly through all this, gifting the boys with more than enough warmth to keep them from freezing to death [a good thing, too, since by the time they crawled into bed together Yarue was left in his leggings, undershirt and the lengthy tunic that covered it]. They lay there for a long time in silence listening to the howling wind and the rain pounding the roof above their heads. It was Yarue who broke the silence first, reluctantly.
"You kept Kyri's old journals..?"
Rem took a few moments, his azure eyes glittering with memories. The fae nodded solemnly.
"Yes."
"When did you..?"
"That night, when we went to the village to try to save him." There was obvious pain in his voice and Yarue turned to face his friend to try to console him. The memory of Kyri's suffering still lingered like a fresh wound upon their hearts, nevermind the fact it had happened more than a century earlier. The fact that Rem still kept the journals carrying the last traces of Kyri on this earth was a heavy blow to them both. There was no reason for him to keep them since the case had been done and over with. They only existed now for sentimental purposes.
Yarue hesitantly lowered his hand beneath the sheets and took Rem's up to lace their fingers delicately. He was met with a quick zap that had him flinching and swearing softly even when the fae was squeezing their palms together affectionately.
"I'm no child, Yarue," Rem's voice was a murmur, tinged with bitter amusement. "Don't forget who is eldest of us."
"I have absolutely nothing of his..."
There was a pause, and then, "I'll give you his flora guide, if you like".
The rain pattered off into light trickles and then steady drips of liquid against the carpeted floor. In the darkness Yarue smiled and gave Rem's hand a squeeze.
"Yes, please."
"Naturally, you'll have to help me find it. Once we're done alphabetizing the tomes and putting them into proper categories, of course, I've been meaning to do that for some time. And they'll need a good dusting, and perhaps a repair or two since most of the covers are worn and in dire need of replacement--"
"I think what we should first do is repair the roof, you fool faerie." Yarue cut in with a clearing of his throat. He lifted his hand to point over in the direction of the fire and the metal bucket on the floor there. "Perhaps air out the carpet a bit before you start piling more books onto them."
"Yarue, those are trivial matters. There are other, far more important things to take care of before I worry about those silly little problems---"
"Good night, Rem."
Yarue was never under the impression that faeries could control the weather, but the notion that Rem had planned the whole thing and purposely forgone repairing his roof just to organize and catalog his beloved books did cross his mind several times, in fact, before he settled for sleep.